... where am I ?
I am 'in transition' at the moment, a kind of limbo.
I know that I have left my old life, I felt the pain as I did so - the pull of a soul leaving its' home, so to speak.
And I greatly fear the place that I know I am bound for - that purgatory of confusion 'over there'.
... yet for now I feel calm and soothed. I feel as if I am somewhere that I am valued, and cared for. I feel at home here. If only I could somehow avoid reaching the other side, and stay here forever.
True, the voices still trouble me, but it doesn't seem so bad when I'm here.
... nothing is as bad when I'm here.
27 October, 2005
20 October, 2005
... it's happening
... it's happening. We're finally crossing over.
The drained looks on everyone's faces, the sense of finality in the air; damn it, the sense of hopelessness. They all spell the end.
I've spent the last fee days trying to find religion, some certainty in where I'm likely to end-up once this dread plague is ended - but to no avail. Those touting snippets of hope are more often than not simply vampires who drain you of what energies you have left in your tired and aching form. I think that I met a kindly priest today... but maybe that's just another trick that he's pulled no me? Maybe... I don't know myself anymore.
The others still communicate with us regularly - unless I just think I hear them now.
Maybe that'll end when we leave this place for good?
We can only hope that our passing is a painless affair.
... but we fear what will be there to greet us on the 'other side'.
The drained looks on everyone's faces, the sense of finality in the air; damn it, the sense of hopelessness. They all spell the end.
I've spent the last fee days trying to find religion, some certainty in where I'm likely to end-up once this dread plague is ended - but to no avail. Those touting snippets of hope are more often than not simply vampires who drain you of what energies you have left in your tired and aching form. I think that I met a kindly priest today... but maybe that's just another trick that he's pulled no me? Maybe... I don't know myself anymore.
The others still communicate with us regularly - unless I just think I hear them now.
Maybe that'll end when we leave this place for good?
We can only hope that our passing is a painless affair.
... but we fear what will be there to greet us on the 'other side'.
14 October, 2005
... they're taking us apart
... they're taking us apart, piece by piece. They're doing their utmost to remove any trace that we were ever really here. It seems that soon we'll be little more than a slightly uncomfortable memory for some, or an ice-breaking story for others ("..of course, in my last company we were laid waste by a pestilence from the very bowels of..."); but never as a place of warm camaraderie and gentle humour.
I shall always endeavour to think of it as such.
As the cabinets rumble and crash about me I can sense that a real end to this place is coming. A finality of sorts is in the air, carried in the words of the destroyers that surround me, and on the faces of my weary colleagues, my co-conspirators; my fellow survivors.
I am certain, and it is with a certainty that grips at my very soul with fingers as cold and lifeless as the grave, that we don't have long here.
We'll be passing over to the 'other place' very soon.
I shall always endeavour to think of it as such.
As the cabinets rumble and crash about me I can sense that a real end to this place is coming. A finality of sorts is in the air, carried in the words of the destroyers that surround me, and on the faces of my weary colleagues, my co-conspirators; my fellow survivors.
I am certain, and it is with a certainty that grips at my very soul with fingers as cold and lifeless as the grave, that we don't have long here.
We'll be passing over to the 'other place' very soon.
12 October, 2005
... they continue to taunt us
... they continue to taunt us; even though they have left this place their presence is still an unpleasantness that we seem unable to shake.
Their voices can be heard incessantly throughout the day, as I sit at my desk: and they are always demanding voices, or challenging voices - never kind.
And this is making it harder for those who remain to start to come to terms with what we've been through recently, and to start thinking about moving on.
I still feel drained much of the time; and torn between endeavours that had been taken from me, and those which remain. As though the other me, this doppleganger, isn't pulling their weight somehow. I'm caught in some kind of half-life; split between my ordinary existence here, and some sick mockery of my previous self 'down there' like some form of continual suffering.
... and I'm not sure that I can see an end to this.
One of the initial survivors of last week has disappeared ! He was seen fleeing the premises on Monday night, burdened with great boxes of supplies & archaic machinery. I fear that he may have some half-baked notion to enter the belly of the beast, and confront the cause of our suffering.
our thoughts go with him, and we pray for his safe return.
Their voices can be heard incessantly throughout the day, as I sit at my desk: and they are always demanding voices, or challenging voices - never kind.
And this is making it harder for those who remain to start to come to terms with what we've been through recently, and to start thinking about moving on.
I still feel drained much of the time; and torn between endeavours that had been taken from me, and those which remain. As though the other me, this doppleganger, isn't pulling their weight somehow. I'm caught in some kind of half-life; split between my ordinary existence here, and some sick mockery of my previous self 'down there' like some form of continual suffering.
... and I'm not sure that I can see an end to this.
One of the initial survivors of last week has disappeared ! He was seen fleeing the premises on Monday night, burdened with great boxes of supplies & archaic machinery. I fear that he may have some half-baked notion to enter the belly of the beast, and confront the cause of our suffering.
our thoughts go with him, and we pray for his safe return.
V : 2 / F : 22 / MIA : 1
10 October, 2005
... the office is a wasteland
... the office is a wasteland this morning. The long walk down through the departments is a deeply disturbing journey, glimpsing the odd startled face peeping out from behind the wreckage of their desk, or a pile of boxes.
Every eye you meet mirrors exactly your own feelings, your own insecurities, your own guilt.
Every eye pleading with you for the answer to that one simply question... "why me?, why was I spared the blight ?"
But all of these faces turn away in fear as you make those last final steps into this department. Few seem to dare cross the threshold, to journey beyond the post trays: few can bare to face the sight of so many empty desks.
... so many lost people.
Every eye you meet mirrors exactly your own feelings, your own insecurities, your own guilt.
Every eye pleading with you for the answer to that one simply question... "why me?, why was I spared the blight ?"
But all of these faces turn away in fear as you make those last final steps into this department. Few seem to dare cross the threshold, to journey beyond the post trays: few can bare to face the sight of so many empty desks.
... so many lost people.
V : 2 / F : 22
07 October, 2005
... we lost people today
... we lost people today, from the office. We lost too many good people.
The day began oddly, with a strange atmosphere about the place. We all tried to carry on as if nothing was happening - but we knew what was going on. We knew what was coming.
At one point in the day some of us flocked around a recently gathered supply of food and wine, and started to gorge ourselves, as if this could ever be expected to stave off the inevitable: some of us just lost a little more of our dignity around that table, that's all. I'm not proud of the number of pastries I ate today; but I guess that's just something that I will have to learn to live with.
Once the final effects of the Sllennoc disease had begun to take hold the damned amongst us drifted aimlessly from the office, looking for some form of solace in the unwelcoming mid-afternoon haze of a busy city.
The busy city seemed only to offer up alcohol & garlic for comfort.
... and these poor souls accepted such meager offerings with glad hearts.
I wish them peace, as their encounter with the dread canker has finally ended.
... and I wonder what horrors will await me, on Monday morning, in the Office of the Dead.
The day began oddly, with a strange atmosphere about the place. We all tried to carry on as if nothing was happening - but we knew what was going on. We knew what was coming.
At one point in the day some of us flocked around a recently gathered supply of food and wine, and started to gorge ourselves, as if this could ever be expected to stave off the inevitable: some of us just lost a little more of our dignity around that table, that's all. I'm not proud of the number of pastries I ate today; but I guess that's just something that I will have to learn to live with.
Once the final effects of the Sllennoc disease had begun to take hold the damned amongst us drifted aimlessly from the office, looking for some form of solace in the unwelcoming mid-afternoon haze of a busy city.
The busy city seemed only to offer up alcohol & garlic for comfort.
... and these poor souls accepted such meager offerings with glad hearts.
I wish them peace, as their encounter with the dread canker has finally ended.
... and I wonder what horrors will await me, on Monday morning, in the Office of the Dead.
V : 2 / F : 22
06 October, 2005
... chairs are starting to move
...chairs are starting to move about the office, with strange markings appearing on some of the more comfortable ones; I suspect that the others are up to some mischief.
And the atmosphere about the place is one of finality. I'm certain that soon I shall have to say my final farewells to a dozen or more colleagues with whom I have shared my life over the last few years.
I believe that this time will come tomorrow.
And the most regrettable thing is probably not the sheer waste of humanity that I shall witness, nor the way in which this hideous plague has attacked us; but rather it is the sad fact that, with everyone here trying their utmost to ignore the awfulness of our day-to-day situation over the last couple of months and just get their work done regardless, we have not taken the time to truly appreciate each other - and the enjoyment that working together has so often given us.
...they have even taken that from us.
And now I fear that it is too late.
And the atmosphere about the place is one of finality. I'm certain that soon I shall have to say my final farewells to a dozen or more colleagues with whom I have shared my life over the last few years.
I believe that this time will come tomorrow.
And the most regrettable thing is probably not the sheer waste of humanity that I shall witness, nor the way in which this hideous plague has attacked us; but rather it is the sad fact that, with everyone here trying their utmost to ignore the awfulness of our day-to-day situation over the last couple of months and just get their work done regardless, we have not taken the time to truly appreciate each other - and the enjoyment that working together has so often given us.
...they have even taken that from us.
And now I fear that it is too late.
V : 2 / F : 2
28 September, 2005
... are we so cursed
... are we so cursed that even the leeches give us a wide berth ?
When the plague started taking its hold upon our wretched souls the office was circled by blood-sucking leeches, who came sniffing and tasting around our flesh: and lord help me some of us even invited their attentions, in the hollow belief that they might, in some way, speed our passing from this place - not so much to be somewhere better; but simply to be somewhere else.
And these great monster leeches took from us, and promised that they would return for us.
... but we are still here alone.
yet now we are alone and ashamed; ashamed that we consorted with such creatures.
When the plague started taking its hold upon our wretched souls the office was circled by blood-sucking leeches, who came sniffing and tasting around our flesh: and lord help me some of us even invited their attentions, in the hollow belief that they might, in some way, speed our passing from this place - not so much to be somewhere better; but simply to be somewhere else.
And these great monster leeches took from us, and promised that they would return for us.
... but we are still here alone.
yet now we are alone and ashamed; ashamed that we consorted with such creatures.
V : 2 / F : 2
27 September, 2005
... we're still here
... we're still here, carrying on this sham existence, pretending that our being here means something to someone - to anyone.
It's hard to have a positive spin on your own self worth when you have been effectively replaced by someone, who is simply waiting for you to not be around anymore. I turned up late a few days ago, and when I arrived at my desk it was already occupied by one of the 'others'. They were very apologetic, but I know that they're thinking - are you still here ? aren't you done yet ?
Another one didn't return this week - one of my shadows, this time; but another has appeared in its' place. I'm begining to think that they will never be cast out now. Never truly beaten.
It's hard to have a positive spin on your own self worth when you have been effectively replaced by someone, who is simply waiting for you to not be around anymore. I turned up late a few days ago, and when I arrived at my desk it was already occupied by one of the 'others'. They were very apologetic, but I know that they're thinking - are you still here ? aren't you done yet ?
Another one didn't return this week - one of my shadows, this time; but another has appeared in its' place. I'm begining to think that they will never be cast out now. Never truly beaten.
V : 2 / F : 2
23 September, 2005
... they're beginning to take over
... they're beginning to take over; small things at first. Little tasks, little pieces of work that you would normally perform in your day-to-day life are already completed when you come to do them.
It's very strange; and yet not altogether unwelcome.
They've clearly been doing more than just trying to distract us over the past weeks... they've been starting to become us !
But this is less disturbing than you might think. I believe that the awful way in which the Sllennoc plague is treating our minds, and to a greater extent our souls, is wearing us all down. We have less fear now of the uncertainty to come. We just want to be out of this accursed process.
We just ache to be free.
Someone here seems to have found a new path; once the canker has done with her she feels certain that she knows where she will be going. I'm doing my best to find my way like her, but this requires some amount of faith - and I believe that the Sllennoc effect has robbed me of the capacity to trust.
It's very strange; and yet not altogether unwelcome.
They've clearly been doing more than just trying to distract us over the past weeks... they've been starting to become us !
But this is less disturbing than you might think. I believe that the awful way in which the Sllennoc plague is treating our minds, and to a greater extent our souls, is wearing us all down. We have less fear now of the uncertainty to come. We just want to be out of this accursed process.
We just ache to be free.
Someone here seems to have found a new path; once the canker has done with her she feels certain that she knows where she will be going. I'm doing my best to find my way like her, but this requires some amount of faith - and I believe that the Sllennoc effect has robbed me of the capacity to trust.
V : 1 / F : 2
20 September, 2005
... we are our own worst enemies
... we are our own worst enemies. We find ourselves now wishing for the end, praying for some respite to these painful days, hoping...but no, we have lost all hope.
Apathy seems to have settled about the office today, like a crisp even layer of new snow. A layer that leaves a chill in your soul, and a slow dragging footfall as you go about your daily business.
The dopplegangers appear to be picking up on this apathy, though; and appear to be exhibiting it themselves. Alarmingly, the few that circle around my desk are becoming less and less of a distraction to me now - not because I'm building a weary immunity to their bothersomeness, but simply because they appear to be losing interest in bothering me.
The monitors that we have set up strategically around the office are doing their job to draw them all, like proverbial moths to their 21st century candles: but more than this, they seem to just want to keep themselves to themselves, and effectively co-habit with us!
Although I'm not sure about the one who appears to be their leader (certainly he seems to hover around my superior's desk); he doesn't appear to have moved or done anything in days. Maybe this is something that their kind goes through at some stage in their cycle.
They disappeared early today, which is further evidence of the feelings expressed above. It was nice to have time away from them for a little while.
Apathy seems to have settled about the office today, like a crisp even layer of new snow. A layer that leaves a chill in your soul, and a slow dragging footfall as you go about your daily business.
The dopplegangers appear to be picking up on this apathy, though; and appear to be exhibiting it themselves. Alarmingly, the few that circle around my desk are becoming less and less of a distraction to me now - not because I'm building a weary immunity to their bothersomeness, but simply because they appear to be losing interest in bothering me.
The monitors that we have set up strategically around the office are doing their job to draw them all, like proverbial moths to their 21st century candles: but more than this, they seem to just want to keep themselves to themselves, and effectively co-habit with us!
Although I'm not sure about the one who appears to be their leader (certainly he seems to hover around my superior's desk); he doesn't appear to have moved or done anything in days. Maybe this is something that their kind goes through at some stage in their cycle.
They disappeared early today, which is further evidence of the feelings expressed above. It was nice to have time away from them for a little while.
V : 1 / F : 2
19 September, 2005
... another day over
... another day over, another day closer to the end.
Most of us survivors seem to be finally growing used to the irritations that we are feeling each day, to the increasing uncertainty about the future; and to the beings that haunt our working hours.
There seems little animosity now, between us and these things. Our dealings with them now being more akin to those between the parties of a drunken office indiscretion, on the following Monday morning.
We try to avoid each other's gaze; we take our time making the tea when they are waiting for us at our desks; we feign civility, in the vain hope that this will hasten any encounter with them: and yet we know that they will not leave us until they are done.
However we have found a way to distract them. We've found that an unoccupied PC terminal appears to draw them all towards it, like moths to a flame they bathe in it's flickering cathode light. Maybe it's the light that draws them, or the warmth of the CPU.
It must be cold and dark where they are from.
Most of us survivors seem to be finally growing used to the irritations that we are feeling each day, to the increasing uncertainty about the future; and to the beings that haunt our working hours.
There seems little animosity now, between us and these things. Our dealings with them now being more akin to those between the parties of a drunken office indiscretion, on the following Monday morning.
We try to avoid each other's gaze; we take our time making the tea when they are waiting for us at our desks; we feign civility, in the vain hope that this will hasten any encounter with them: and yet we know that they will not leave us until they are done.
However we have found a way to distract them. We've found that an unoccupied PC terminal appears to draw them all towards it, like moths to a flame they bathe in it's flickering cathode light. Maybe it's the light that draws them, or the warmth of the CPU.
It must be cold and dark where they are from.
V : 1 / F : 2
... every morning it's the same
... every morning it's the same. After the respite that the evenings afford us we're once more thrown into this ghastly employment.
The pariahs haven't appeared to us yet this morning; but it's only a matter of time, I'm sure, before they will be with us once more.
Maybe there will be less this time.
Maybe they will be kinder to us.
The pariahs haven't appeared to us yet this morning; but it's only a matter of time, I'm sure, before they will be with us once more.
Maybe there will be less this time.
Maybe they will be kinder to us.
V : 1 / F : 2
16 September, 2005
... an unsettling calm
... an unsettling calm descended across the floor this afternoon, as the usurpers disappeared one by one. There is a faint hope around the office that they may never return. I'm afraid that I don't subscribe to this point of view.
Oh how I wish I did.
... but there was something in their demeanor when they left; a smile that flickered across their eyes, if not their lips, that tells me that they are not done with us yet.
Other parasites troubled us today, though. A couple of soul-destroying monsters who clearly took great pleasure in draining any hope or optimism from those unfortunate enough to fall under their gaze. I hope that we have no further contact with their kind in this awful process, although they are doubtless just a part of this accursed blight.
Also, we're starting to receive messages from 'down there', which appear to comprise of little or no logic, but rather are simply outpourings of bile & stupidity. The further into this process we wade, the more of these irritations we seem to have to endure. It's as if we're slowly getting closer and closer to a vast seething mass of bitterness and inadequacy.
I beseech all that is good and holy in this world that we're spared ever having to suffer the nauseating presence of this behemoth.
C will not see Monday morning, but there are no more departures imminent thankfully.
Oh how I wish I did.
... but there was something in their demeanor when they left; a smile that flickered across their eyes, if not their lips, that tells me that they are not done with us yet.
Other parasites troubled us today, though. A couple of soul-destroying monsters who clearly took great pleasure in draining any hope or optimism from those unfortunate enough to fall under their gaze. I hope that we have no further contact with their kind in this awful process, although they are doubtless just a part of this accursed blight.
Also, we're starting to receive messages from 'down there', which appear to comprise of little or no logic, but rather are simply outpourings of bile & stupidity. The further into this process we wade, the more of these irritations we seem to have to endure. It's as if we're slowly getting closer and closer to a vast seething mass of bitterness and inadequacy.
I beseech all that is good and holy in this world that we're spared ever having to suffer the nauseating presence of this behemoth.
C will not see Monday morning, but there are no more departures imminent thankfully.
V : 1 / F : 2
15 September, 2005
... they seem uneasy
... they seem uneasy, these interlopers amongst us. As if there is something in their future that frightens them, something that they must do that they are not quite prepared for.
I feel pity for these poor creatures, they seem to be as caught up in this just as we are - with little or no control over their ultimate destiny.
I feel pity because this disease is sure to be done with us before it is with them; they are in someway linked to this insanity - whereas we are simply caught up in the flow of effluence.
I feel pity for these poor creatures, they seem to be as caught up in this just as we are - with little or no control over their ultimate destiny.
I feel pity because this disease is sure to be done with us before it is with them; they are in someway linked to this insanity - whereas we are simply caught up in the flow of effluence.
Vanquished : 1
Fallen : 2
Fallen : 2
... a small victory
... a small victory seems to have taken place. One of the non-people appears to have gone away. Maybe this is a taste of things to come.
Maybe these things don't have the stamina that we'd first thought.
Maybe there is still hope for us ?
Maybe these things don't have the stamina that we'd first thought.
Maybe there is still hope for us ?
Vanquished : 1
Fallen : 2
Fallen : 2
14 September, 2005
... the most alarming thing
... the most alarming thing must be that they don't seem to have any clear purpose; any idea of what they're actually doing here. It is my feeling that beyond causing my colleagues and I upset and unease these pariahs will achieve nothing in the time they spend here.
Maybe that's enough for them; maybe that's what they're actually here for.
I can only assume that this is just one of the unnecessarily cruel games that the Sllennoc plague was chosen to play with us.
A game that leaves all but the strongest of us feeling exhausted and violated.
... and we're losing another one.
I bade farewell to D for the last time today; and now someone else in her Dept. is showing clear signs of the malaise - she maybe has two days.
Maybe that's enough for them; maybe that's what they're actually here for.
I can only assume that this is just one of the unnecessarily cruel games that the Sllennoc plague was chosen to play with us.
A game that leaves all but the strongest of us feeling exhausted and violated.
... and we're losing another one.
I bade farewell to D for the last time today; and now someone else in her Dept. is showing clear signs of the malaise - she maybe has two days.
Fallen : 2
13 September, 2005
... something is in here with us
... something is in here with us! We're trying to keep calm about this, doing our best to keep a handle on things, but there's something in here with us. They seem to hover at your desk, like apparitions, and disrupt any useful endeavours that you're undertaking.
They're obviously just some other effect of this foul road down which we're travelling, maybe some vampiric spirits drawn by our slowly ebbing lifeforce, hoping to benefit from the death throws of this once proud office; to feed on the carrion whilst it's thrashing body exhausts itself in a futile attempt to cling to life.
However, I can't shake the uneasy feeling that, like so many of their kind - those from 'down there' - their initially benign appearance belies a much more sinister purpose.
I believe that they are here to steal our very essence. I believe that they are here to replace us, in some hideous and unnatural mimicry of our daily lives.
... and there are two at my desk as I type.
Wait.
One of them is about to speak...
They're obviously just some other effect of this foul road down which we're travelling, maybe some vampiric spirits drawn by our slowly ebbing lifeforce, hoping to benefit from the death throws of this once proud office; to feed on the carrion whilst it's thrashing body exhausts itself in a futile attempt to cling to life.
However, I can't shake the uneasy feeling that, like so many of their kind - those from 'down there' - their initially benign appearance belies a much more sinister purpose.
I believe that they are here to steal our very essence. I believe that they are here to replace us, in some hideous and unnatural mimicry of our daily lives.
... and there are two at my desk as I type.
Wait.
One of them is about to speak...
Fallen : 1
12 September, 2005
... we're losing someone already
... we're losing someone already. I've been over to see her myself, and she's definitely on her way out: at best I'd give her a couple of days.
The signs are so clearly there; the inability to focus clearly on what she's doing, the short-term attitude in everything she does - her sighs of "it doesn't matter, I won't be here next week" bring a swallow of grief to my throat that cannot ever be expressed; and then the strange play of emotions - some form of pathetic glee is the only way that I can describe it - when she stares off, misty-eyed, into the distance. Trying to focus on the uncharted journey ahead.
I fear for the morale of the office. For those with no such early respite from our pains. Especially when one so young is taken. What hope for the older ones amongst us ?
The office was cold this morning, a prophetic chill resting atop the shelving units causing the faintest brush of dew to rest on the edges of the journal files. It's as if the office itself is preparing for something. Something unnatural.
And that something will be here tomorrow...
The signs are so clearly there; the inability to focus clearly on what she's doing, the short-term attitude in everything she does - her sighs of "it doesn't matter, I won't be here next week" bring a swallow of grief to my throat that cannot ever be expressed; and then the strange play of emotions - some form of pathetic glee is the only way that I can describe it - when she stares off, misty-eyed, into the distance. Trying to focus on the uncharted journey ahead.
I fear for the morale of the office. For those with no such early respite from our pains. Especially when one so young is taken. What hope for the older ones amongst us ?
The office was cold this morning, a prophetic chill resting atop the shelving units causing the faintest brush of dew to rest on the edges of the journal files. It's as if the office itself is preparing for something. Something unnatural.
And that something will be here tomorrow...
Fallen : 1
10 September, 2005
... confusion is setting in
...confusion is setting in. It seems to be that only around half of the poor souls within this office are becoming infected by this blight; but there's little or no apparent logic or reason behind this flip of destiny's damned coin - like the strings of our fates are in the hands of a burbling madman.
However, those who appear to be initially unaffected are also showing curious physical symptoms. There is an almost inperceptible tightening of the cheek muscles, and a squinting of the eyes; making them look, for all the world, like they are grinning...smugly.
Maybe these symptoms are indicative only of a different strain of the virus, maybe the Sllennoc canker has worse in store for these wretches, further down the road. If I'm right in my initial assessment of the situation, those of us who have been first hit might just be the lucky ones.
...and this causes me great concern. I've not shared this with the others yet, but I've been feeling a tightening about my jaw of late; and I've noticed the mirror squinting back at me in the morning...
And I'm afraid that I may not be over this as quickly as I'd hoped.
However, those who appear to be initially unaffected are also showing curious physical symptoms. There is an almost inperceptible tightening of the cheek muscles, and a squinting of the eyes; making them look, for all the world, like they are grinning...smugly.
Maybe these symptoms are indicative only of a different strain of the virus, maybe the Sllennoc canker has worse in store for these wretches, further down the road. If I'm right in my initial assessment of the situation, those of us who have been first hit might just be the lucky ones.
...and this causes me great concern. I've not shared this with the others yet, but I've been feeling a tightening about my jaw of late; and I've noticed the mirror squinting back at me in the morning...
And I'm afraid that I may not be over this as quickly as I'd hoped.
... unsophisticated humour
... unsophisticated humour helps me through the dark hours; i trust you'll forgive me this one conceit, dear reader, and maybe derive a little pleasure from my crude scribbles.
09 September, 2005
... and so it begins
...and so it begins; an uneasy calm has settled across the office, after the initial bombshell impact of Wednesday morning. I think that we're only now truly grasping the full impact of the Sllenoc effect.
People that I'm used to seeing every day are falling under the infection. It's happening as I type !
We're seeing usually rational people unable to think clearly; usually placid people prone to fits of rage and unusual savagery. Things simply aren't as they should be here.
There is something rotten eating at the heart of this office.
And we fear that worse is to come.
I've heard rumours that the next that we can expect in this zombification process is the doppleganger effect. A seat that was occupied by an ordinarily useful and productive individual one day, will be occupied by a kind of 'non-person' the next. They'll try and fulfil that person's duties as they should. They'll exist under the same job title and role hierarchy as they always have done. They'll even volunteer to get the drinks from the coffee machine every once in a while.
But they won't be that person. Not the person that they once were...
...and it's going to happen soon.
People that I'm used to seeing every day are falling under the infection. It's happening as I type !
We're seeing usually rational people unable to think clearly; usually placid people prone to fits of rage and unusual savagery. Things simply aren't as they should be here.
There is something rotten eating at the heart of this office.
And we fear that worse is to come.
I've heard rumours that the next that we can expect in this zombification process is the doppleganger effect. A seat that was occupied by an ordinarily useful and productive individual one day, will be occupied by a kind of 'non-person' the next. They'll try and fulfil that person's duties as they should. They'll exist under the same job title and role hierarchy as they always have done. They'll even volunteer to get the drinks from the coffee machine every once in a while.
But they won't be that person. Not the person that they once were...
...and it's going to happen soon.
++WARNING+++WARNING+++ WARNING++
... it was the latter days of the 2005th year that the scourge of the Sllenoc effect was truly felt in the Northern regions. Apparently irrational, ill thought-through actions of those in power being the first tell-tale sign of the plague, followed quickly by feelings of isolation and paranoia within the general populus: the result always being the same tragic, painfully drawn-out death knell.
It is hoped that these pages will serve as a warning for all of those at risk.
You may feel secure in your cosy office, hunched over your well worn keyboard, bathed in the dull carcinogenic glow of your monitor; we did too... and now we have become....
the Office of the Dead !!
It is hoped that these pages will serve as a warning for all of those at risk.
You may feel secure in your cosy office, hunched over your well worn keyboard, bathed in the dull carcinogenic glow of your monitor; we did too... and now we have become....
the Office of the Dead !!
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